It's better to soak you in instant noodles [Quick Transmigration]

Meng Yile was also very speechless about Arnold, this piece of wood, but there was nothing he could do. He was a qualified time traveler, so he could only strain his jaw and look at the other party with a little bit of shame and resentment in his eyes.

But he forgot that he was a patient with a high fever. At this time, he obviously couldn't compete with a log staring at him. Within a few seconds, Meng Yile's eyes filled with water uncontrollably.

Then two drops of clear liquid dripped down.

Meng Yile: _(:_」∠)_Don't live anymore.

It's so disappointing, at the critical moment of this kind of competition, two tears suddenly shed? !It's not ashamed to lose face, can Brother Le still hang out in the world?

Before Meng Yile could think about anything else, Arnold frowned tightly on the opposite side.

Seeing Meng Yile's aggrieved and angry look, the adjutant next to Arnold also said that his general seemed a little... irresponsible.After all, I have done that kind of thing to people, and I haven't taken good care of the other person's physical condition, and they are pulled over for interrogation and ridiculed, really...

The big adjutant looked at Arnold, but he didn't expect that Admiral Arnold was also looking at him coldly. The adjutant, who was secretly saying bad things about his admiral, was caught and shook in fright. He immediately stood at attention and saluted him, honestly Apology: "Admiral Arnold, I..."

The star war god interrupted his words impatiently, and said with a dark face: "Answer my last question."

The adjutant was dumbfounded for a while before he stammered and explained under Arnold's murderous gaze: "Admiral Arnold, I guess, Admiral Langdon's fever should be...caused by yesterday...yesterday...your interrogation. Normally, after... having sex... you have to clean up, but you seemed to forget yesterday..."

Arnold was stunned when he heard the words. He looked at the chattering mouth of his adjutant, and looked back, his face darkened even more. He waved his hand to stop the machine-gun-like mouth, "Enough, Doyle."

The big adjutant Doyle looked at Arnold's displeasure and shut up.

Meng Yile: 【Tsk, this adjutant is really cute. 】

432: [Have you ever seen such a big cutie? 】

Meng Yile: [Travel a few more worlds and you'll see it~]

432: 【Is the nose okay? 】

Meng Yile: [It hurts a bit, it's dry, I feel like my body is hot and groggy, I hope today can end early, otherwise I'm going to work with an illness, and I need to pay extra. 】

432: 【Drink more hot water. 】

Meng Yile: [... a scumbag. 】

432: [Caring for the mentally handicapped is everyone's responsibility. 】

Meng Yile rolled his eyes at the system.

Here, Arnold pressed his fist to his lips, cleared his throat with an unnatural expression, got up, and said coldly: "Take Admiral Langdon to the hot spring, and execute it immediately."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the fitted boots and walked to the induction door, paused, and added: "After cleaning, send it to the infirmary."

The big Doyle scratched his head and looked at the back of his admiral with a puzzled face, "...And then, Admiral Arnold, do you want to send Admiral Landon to your room?"

Admiral Arnold's step of leaving was unsteady, he stabilized his slender body, and stared back at him, showing the resolute profile of his face, which was impressive.

"Doyle, you talk a lot today."

After speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and walked away with steady steps.

Doyle stretched his neck to see the line of sight outside the interrogation room, blocked by the closed sensor door. He turned his head to look at the beautiful general in the center of the interrogation room with a confused face, and it took a while before he issued an order.

"Two people take Admiral Langdon to clean up the hot springs, and two people to ask Dr. Putton to report to me. Do it immediately."

·

Arnold was faintly tired after dealing with the military for a day. In the evening, he stepped on his boots and returned to the apartment building specially equipped by the admiral. He removed the military cap and long windbreaker on his head one by one until he also took off the general's coat. After hanging it on the hanger, I walked into the bathroom.

After taking a shower for about 10 minutes, Admiral Arnold came out with a cold face, wearing a fat bathrobe around his body.

The smart butler in the room slid to him holding a glass of milk, "Admiral Arnold, your bedtime milk."

Arnold frowned when he heard this voice, and drove him away in a cold voice: "Peter, I said that I don't need any milk before going to bed!"

Pete's voice was still relaxed and comfortable, and he followed him firmly, "But your sleep quality tells me that you really need milk before going to bed. No matter what, you have to swallow this glass of milk."

Arnold walked to his bed, picked up a book on the way, and responded impatiently: "No, Pete, I hate being ordered to me. Take it, immediately."

"But I am your smart butler, and I have the right to ask about your health. If you are not satisfied with me, you can complain to the medical department and replace me...if you are willing. Although I am very reluctant to bear you " Pete said at the end, his voice was a little bit lost.

Arnold knew in his heart that the other party was just a program, but after persisting for a while, he swallowed the words in his mouth, then put the book in his hand aside, and turned to Pete: "If you do these redundant things, Trust me the day to complain will come soon."

As he spoke, he took the glass from the robot's hand.

Pete looked at the person who was pouring the milk with his head up, and thoughtfully reminded, "Admiral Arnold, you can't drink milk on an empty stomach, it will easily cause vomiting and abdominal pain due to lactose intolerance, and you can't drink it too fast, otherwise you... ..."

Arnold, who stuffed the empty glass into Pete's hand, glared at him, silently signaling the other to shut up and stop this nagging attribute.

Two seconds later, Pete tilted his head slightly, puzzled: "General Arnold, what are you doing looking at me like this, do you have any needs?"

Arnold completely gave up communicating with this idiot robot. He pointed to the door of the bedroom and ordered irresistibly, "Get out, immediately."

Hearing the gnashing of teeth in Arnold's voice, Pete knew that if he continued to speak, he would be playing with fire, so he shrugged his shoulders, tightened his lips and slipped out.With an empty glass in hand.

Arnold looked at the closed sensor door, and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't even have the desire to read a book. He lifted the quilt and was about to go to bed, and then the first interstellar war god froze when he lifted the quilt .

The next second, Arnold's distraught voice came from the bedroom, "Pete, come back. Immediately!!!"

The sensor door opened in response, and a robot slid to the door and stopped, refusing to go even a centimeter inside. He pretended to be innocent and asked, "What's wrong with you, my Admiral Arnold?"

The invincible God of Star Wars had a dark face. He pointed to a naked figure on the bed, and gritted his teeth: "Why does this person appear here?"

Pete rolled his eyes, and it seemed to think carefully, "Adjutant Doyle said, this is what you mean. What are you doing so angry? Don't you like Adjutant Doyle's decision?"

Arnold was already enraged by this idiot robot, he said coldly: "Of course I don't like an adjutant who is willing to make decisions without authorization."

"Oh really?" Pete tilted his head, and he glanced at Arnold from top to bottom, "But my system tells me that the secretion of acetylcholine in your body is increasing, which is a state of nervous excitement, which means that you are actually very happy now. Yes. My system hasn’t been updated for too long, is it inaccurate, Admiral?”

"..." Arnold: "Get out."

Pete: "Okay, Admiral."

"Wait. Contact Doyle and ask him to come here and report to me immediately."

Pete frowned, "Let me remind you, Admiral, that it is already 21:32 interstellar time, and it is very inhumane to summon a subordinate at such a late hour."

Arnold didn't speak, just glanced at him coldly.

Pete smiled: "This is the second time you have looked at me so intently, General, are you going to fall in love with me?"

Arnold raised one corner of his lips, and his voice was cold, like a laser piercing through a person's body: "Peter, you love to scan my body so much, didn't you find that the excessive release of catecholamines in my body is the result of nervous depression?" performance?"

Pete showed a very regretful expression, "I'm sorry, Admiral, I'm upgrading the system at this time, and it's not convenient to scan. If you need it, you can wait for 47 minutes, and I will serve you again."

The coldness on the corners of Arnold's lips became more obvious. He raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded at the idiot robot, and said impatiently, "Get out."

"Do you still need to summon Adjutant Doyle?"

Arnold gritted his teeth: "Go, go."

"I'll come back to scan your body in 47 minutes..."

With a sound of "ding", the sensor door in front of Pete slammed shut, so frightened that he quickly stepped back, sighing as he retreated: "Oh my God, this old man is really scary." Spreading his hands helplessly.

After cleaning and taking medicine, Meng Yile's fever had already subsided. At this time, he was sleeping on a big soft bed, smelling the bedding that belonged to a certain man, and sleeping extremely peacefully.

The silk pillowcase and quilt cover the naked body. It feels like milk is flowing all over the body. It is silky and pleasant, and people can't help but sink into it, wishing they could sleep for a full 100 years.

All the conditions of the Yong'an tribe are so advanced and rich. Compared with his living room in the four major tribes, the general's villa and a set of tools here are completely different.

Then Meng Yile, who was being wrapped in milk in the dream, suddenly felt that he had turned into a mermaid, wandering in the water, wandering freely and wantonly, and then another mermaid rushed over in a blue sea area illuminated by the sun.

They were entangled, playing, circling each other's body, desperately showing their best and most attractive side, hooking each other's bodies on fire, as if they were going to evaporate the entire sea and turn this place into a mulberry field.

Meng Yile opened his mouth wide and spit out sporadic air bubbles. He tilted his neck up and sang a beautiful song. While panting, he hooked his tail with the tail of another mermaid. things.

Meng Yile stretched out his hands, embraced the other person's chest emotionally, and pressed his side face against it. He felt himself getting hotter and hotter, and even the thick seawater covered with it could hardly calm the heat.

He could only keep singing with his mouth open, making a beautiful voice that conveyed affection, and stretched out his tongue to lick his lips.

Then Meng Yile woke up.

The high fever that had just subsided destroyed the vigilance of the young general, allowing him to sleep peacefully after changing his vigilance for many years, but the tongue that slid back and forth on his lips and licked just now was not his own.

Meng Yile opened his eyes in an instant, and looked coldly at the person above him against the strong light in the room. His pupils were instantly shrunk by the strong light, but he still refused to wait for himself to slowly adapt, full of vigilance and anger. His eyes complained silently.

When he saw the person on him clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he still pushed him away expressionlessly: "Please get off me immediately, General Arnold."

The man who lowered his head and continued to bite and caress continued his actions as if he hadn't heard his words.

Enraged by his attitude, the young general struggled violently, but the interstellar war god who had dominated the battlefield for many years quickly pressed his hands, firmly suppressing his resistance, raised his eyes and approached with a sneer, and said in a hoarse voice: " Admiral Landon, you really have a bad memory... As I said, your struggles will only make it harder for me to control myself."

Meng Yile pursed his lips until they formed a straight line. He looked coldly at the man above him, gritted his teeth and said, "Go down."

With a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, Arnold lowered his head little by little, and approached Meng Yile's lips, "Your mouth is really not flattering."

Meng Yile looked back without giving in, also with a cold expression: "Let's go to each other, General Arnold."

But Arnold didn't mind Meng Yile's answer in the slightest, he just raised his eyebrows, then lowered his head fiercely, pressed his lips against the other's, repeatedly biting the other's soft lips with his teeth, Breaking a piece of skin from the top, licking out the smell of blood, and then let go of the opponent.

He slightly opened the distance between the two of them, looked at the young general who was blushing because of anger or other reasons, stretched out his hand without turning his eyes, and took out a handcuff from the bedside table , and fixed Meng Yile's wrist.

Then he stretched out his hand leisurely, patted Meng Yile's cheek, and ordered him heavily, "Open your mouth. And a kind advice, it's best not to mess with me now. Don't try to challenge things beyond your control."

The young general still pursed his lips tightly, staring at the person above him with ice-cold eyes.

Arnold didn't care about the opponent's reaction. He just lowered his head again, pressed his lips against the opponent's lips fiercely, and stuck out his tongue again, trying to stick it into the opponent's mouth.

Meng Yile: [I'm so hard on the grass! ! ! 】

432: [Nest grass! ! ! 】

Meng Yile: [He, how can he be so manly, oh my god, the testosterone is about to explode!I really want to surrender! 】

432: [...So you like this taste, it's so wild! 】

Meng Yile: [Who can't fuck for a while! 】

432: [No, you are a weak chicken. 】

Meng Yile: [Will you chat. 】

432: [I just want you to recognize yourself, spread your hands. 】

Meng Yile: [Your big baby Lele has already blocked you. 】

432: ...Suddenly, was suddenly sold out by the host? !

Gee.

This mental retardation is really so mentally retarded all the time.

Arnold, who was trying to invade, returned without success again. He raised his head, with obvious excitement in his eyes, and half of his lips curled up, playing with taste: "Very good, Admiral Langdon. You always have a way to make me lose control .”

The author has something to say: Arnold: You always have a way to get me out of control.

Meng Yile: Ahhh, I'm so excited too!

Arnold: ...withered.

Meng Yile: Breaking down and crying, why!

432: Maybe, he likes to force?

Arnold: ...

Meng Yile: ...